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Seven Deadly Sins | Ban

Imagine searching for Ban.

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"I swear," you huff, walking through a large crowd, "This is getting ridiculous."

Pushing past a rather loud group of men, you continue your search.

You were supposed to be at the castle for a debriefing along with the other Sins, but you were sent out to retrieve a certain Sin of Greed.

And, so far, you've had absolutely no luck.

You've looked through half of the city's bars and hangouts and still can't find him. For all you know, he could be passed out in a ditch somewhere. And, he probably is, to be honest.

"If I don't find him soon, I'm giving up," you state, slipping past more people. "If he wants to slack around doing who knows what, who's gonna stop him? Certainly not me."

You walk into another bar, this one sleazier than the last. Scrunching your nose in distaste, you scan the dimly lit area.

A man, no doubt a few drinks in already, comes up beside you, "Can I help you, little miss?"

You scowl, "No."

"Maybe you could help me?" He suggests, placing his hand on your lower back.

Stiffening in anger, you swing around and punch him in the face. "Hands off."

Slow clapping fills the air and you turn to face the noisemaker.

Light blue hair, red outfit showing off his abs- Ban is splayed out on a chair, looking at you.

"Good job, sweetheart~"

Rolling your eyes, you move to stand directly in front of him, "You're drunk?"

He hiccups and smiles lazily, "Of course. It is me we're talking about."

"Of course, why would I expect any less," you sigh and nudge him lightly with your foot. "We're late for our meeting."

"Meeting? No thanks," he takes a swig from the bottle in his hand.

You frown at him.

His crimson eyes meet yours, "You need to loosen up, buttercup~"

"Don't call me that," you scowl.

The man you punched stands up, radiating anger. "You're gonna pay!"

Your eye twitches in annoyance but before you can say anything, Ban speaks up.

"Hey, buddy, leave us alone."

He glares at Ban, "She hit me!"

"Well, you were trying to hit on her," he counters with a smirk. His smirk disappears and a small frown graces his features, "You hit on her?"

You groan. Talking to himself now, huh? He really is wasted.

"Look, of you hadn't acted like a pig, I wouldn't have hurt you," you explain.

His eyes widen, "I'm not hurt!"

"Good, then there's no issue. Goodbye," you wave him off.

The man grumbles before walking off.

You turn back to Ban, finding him asleep. Shaking your head, you poke his cheek before slapping him awake.

"Ah, what was that for," he whines.

"Get up, we're going."

You grab his arm, about to drag him out by any means necessary, but his large hand clamps around your arm.

You blink in surprise.

He grins dangerously, "Not until you learn how to have fun~"

"Wha-"

"Sh, no questions. Now, have a drink."

You stare blankly at him, "We have to-"

He shoves the drink into your open mouth, muffling your words. His cheeky grin is enough to make you laugh at his absurd behaviour.

You swallow the liquid and shove the drink away, "Meliodas is counting on us."

"Captain can live without us for a night."

"It's just after midday."

"What is time to an immortal?"

Always with the snarky remarks...

You exhale sharply from your nose. "Ten minutes and then we're gone."

He laughs, signalling for the barkeep, "That's the spirit."

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Ten minutes turned into... way more to say the least.

The sun has been replaced by the moon and the bar is busier than ever.

Your vision swims, alcohol messing with your senses. Ban is no better.

"We-" you snort as Ban stares into empty space. You slap his face to get his attention, "They need us. Important meeting."

He laughs, "Id rather stay here with you~"

Your face flushes beet-red. Stammering, your eyes seem drawn to his lips.

He notices, grinning. "Honey, what are you looking at~?"

You shake your head, waving your hand in the air, "Nothing!"

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

He leans against you, towering over you. You swallow nervously and start to walk out. Ban keeps right beside you.

Unsteady, you stumble. Being drunk has its downfalls.

With a uproarious bellow, Ban picks you up bridal-style, "Upsy-daisy!"

You shriek at the suddenness. Your face is pressed against his pectorals right at the opening of his shirt.

"What are you doing?"

"Carrying you," he replies, grinning down at your cute expression.

"W-why?"

"You were having trouble walking."

"So you decided to pick me up?"

"Yup."

You give up, going limp in his warm arms. "You know, this is actually nice. It's like I never have fun anymore."

"I know," his gaze darkens a bit, "You should have more fun."

"Maybe we should make a deal."

"What kind of deal," his eyes sparkle with mischief.

You hum in thought, "Every week we should hang out with no worries, interruptions, or obligations. Just me an' you enjoying life."

"That's a great deal."

"So you agree?"

"Yes, it's a deal- no, a promise."

You beam up at him, slinging your arms around his neck, "Thanks Ban."

"Anytime, Y/n."